We huddle in the bed, and she squeezes my hand I-love-you.

Truman Capote

Truman Capote

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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If you can hear time passing it makes the day last longer. I've come to appreciate a long day.

She's such a goddamn liar maybe she don't know herself anymore.

Quite deliberately my friend drops a kettle on the floor. I tap-dance in front of closed doors. One by one the household emerges, looking as though they'd like to kill us both; but it's Christmas, so they can't.

Good. But why written in three styles of script? To which Nancy had replied: Because I'm not grown-up enough to be one person with one kind of signature.

Explosive emotional reaction out of all proportion to the occasion. Why? Why this unreasonable anger at the sight of others who are happy or content, this growing contempt for people and the desire to hurt them?

Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest—I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day's enjoyment—but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.

Aside from all else, there is some truth in that; clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

I'm glad you are feeling more deeply drawn into your book; as for your not being sure now what it is about, does anyone ever know completely what they are writing about—if they are any good?

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that's why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived.

But that's impossible. Can you imagine Mr. Clutter missing church? Just to sleep?

I didn't know ten people who had radios.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

So little, once it has changed, changes back.